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I’m a nobody, until

I’m just a cackling controller (sit straight, listen, stop talking) Until I stop to look into your eyes It’s the wonder in them which makes me a teacher I’m just a watching monitor (settle down, take your things, write neatly) Until I stop and pay attention to your work It’s the magic in your hands that make me a teacher I’m just a juggling joker (quick, time up, I have another class) Until I sit with a sigh and a stretch and a sip(of coffee) It’s my reflection that makes me a teacher It’s not what I teach It’s not what you learn It’s the bond we share that makes me a teacher I’m a nobody until you accept and let me into your hearts I’m not a teacher until You make me one.

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Date: 3/15/2025 9:26:00 AM
"I’m a nobody until you accept and let me into your hearts" - hits hard!
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